#tw.spit

[woahjo]

CAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

police officer Gojo who likes to fuck his partner police officer y/n on their free time

like they have a break or sum and they just fuck. not eat not rest, just fuck.

once they get like a message saying “we got someone” or sum thing, IT DONT MATTER OF GOJO WAS ABOUT TO CUM OR READER IS DRIPPING, THEY COMPLETELY STOP AND GO PROFESSIONAL MODE

YOU ARE SO UNSERIOUSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! mid fuck but bro it's go time....

like a fwb situation...... yeah..

cw: cop!gojo, fwb, car sex, no foreplay, mentions of teasing, possessiveness, overstimulation (m!receiving), little to no aftercare (interrupted sort of), no condom, spit

gojo crowds you into the backseat of the car, standing in front of the open side door. it's parked just behind an old warehouse, out of sight from the street lamps illuminating the nearby busy road. the cruiser lights are off and he fumbles hurriedly for his belt, the metal clamoring as he tosses it haphazardly onto the floor of the backseat.

"i'd say we have fifteen minutes," he breathes, crawling over you and pushing you deeper into the car.

you reach for his buttons, fingers trembling with anticipation as his hands move down to remove your belt and unbutton your uniform pants. satoru leans over to kiss you. he's sloppy and over eager, fumbling blindly with your bottoms and helping to pull them off as you raise your hips off the seat.

"close the door," you mutter, not really letting him sit up to do so.

he reaches behind him and grabs the handle, slamming it shut and situating onto all fours.

"ouch, fuck- my feet," he says, leaning down again to kiss you.

you reach eagerly between the two of you, fishing his cock from his boxers, already hard and leaking. he shudders when you touch him, his head relaxing a little against your mouth as he groans. you feel it vibrate against your lips, gathering precum with your thumb and spreading it down.

"you're already hard," you say, half-teasing, spitting into your open palm and taking him in your hand again.

"obviously," he groans, leaning to kiss at the sensitive skin on your neck. satoru bites down on the soft flesh and you gasp at the sudden feeling. "look at you."

you snort a small laugh, taking the back of his head in your free hand and guiding him back to your mouth. your hand runs along the steady curve of his cock, squeezing a little harder when you get to the top just to feel the way he jumps against your palm. you'd tease him all day if you could. satoru has a really nice way of acting when you get him riled up. he whines like a needy puppy, bucking his hips with teary eyes. you don't have time for that today though and guide him to your entrance with relative ease.

"you want it?" he asks through a slick grin.

"cocky little-" satoru pushes himself inside of you, interrupting your sentence, "shit."

satoru lets out a low groan as he slides in, dropping his head to mouth at the exposed skin of your collarbone. he bullies the hem of your shirt down with his face, biting and licking at any skin fortunate enough to be reached.

"knees up," he mumbles, reaching behind them and hiking them up to his waist.

it's an aggressive motion and he hits a sensitive spot on your leg that makes you wince. it'd have been unpleasant if you didn't like the way he handled you in his fervor. overeager and desperate, you find that he likes it when he man-handles you a bit in this needy state.

satoru rolls his hips into you, tucking himself deeper with a moan. you shudder, knotting your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and putting another hand on his ass to push him farther. he doesn't really waste any time easing you in. sometimes, satoru will fuck you painstakingly slowly just to savor the way you clench. today, he seems to be on a mission, bullying your cunt until it's molded into the shape of him.

when you're worked up like this, whining and clasping at his back to pull him closer, you sometimes feel like you're made for him. like god preordained satoru fucking you in the backseat of this cruiser behind this dumpy warehouse. it just feels right.

you can feel the muscles in his upper back shift with each thrust. you feel the way they tremble under your fingertips, threatening to break under the pressure of his pleasure. satoru kisses you sloppily while he fucks you, all teeth and tongue. he bites at your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. you tug your head back to let him pull on it, sucking the fleshy skin into his mouth before soothing his tongue over the ache.

"shit," he breathes. "i'm gonna cum first again."

"that's fine," you respond, taking the back of his head and pulling him close. "cum. please." you do this so often that it feels normal.

satoru sits up on his knees and takes your waist in his hands, situating you so that your hips are resting on the tops of his thighs. it's a bit uncomfortable, but he hits you deeper this way, getting you much closer, much faster. you gasp, reaching down to grab his wrists.

he piston's his hips, the exposed skin of his waist and pelvis slapping angrily against your inner thighs. you begin to tremble and satoru's grip on your waist tightens before he finishes inside of you. he fucks himself through his own orgasm with shaky breaths, mumbling about how he hopes you'll never be able to fuck anyone else.

you're not even sure if he knows he does this. satoru babbles like a man possessed. he says things that you think could probably get him arrested if you weren't as into it as you are. you clench down around him as pressure swells in your lower abdomen and satoru blindly begs for it.

"oh, come on," he says, practically drooling as he forces his eyes open. "come on, come on, come on, come on..."

when you cum, arching your back towards him as pleasure floods your body, you tighten your legs around him. your whole body shakes with relief, the desperation easing into something less urgent.

"there it is.." he says softly as you ride out the rest of it on his stilled hips.

finally, you let yourself relax. satoru leans against the window behind him, his tall framed crammed into the space. both of your chests heave and you stare at him for a second, just soaking in the image of him.

his shirt is unbuttoned at the top, loosened from all of your pulling, and his softening cock sits pretty against his thigh. you can see his lower abdomen peeking out from where his pants are sloppily unbuttoned and you watch as he tucks himself back into his boxers, zip up his pants, and blows a loose strand of white hair from his face.

you nudge him with your knee, feeling a second wind coming on and satoru gives you a puzzled look.

"what?"

you tuck your chin down and press your knee to him again, smiling a little.

"i kinda want a second round," you say casually, your eyes roaming the exposed part of his stomach. "you look good."

satoru laughs and bangs his head lightly against the window once. you know it fuels his ego when you say things like that and you smile at the way he grins. he's just about to lean back over you when the radio hums to life and illuminates the inside of the car with a glowing green.

you groan as you listen to the call. nothing serious, but you can't just ignore it and satoru grits his teeth and gives up on undoing his pants again, kissing you quickly before stepping out of the backseat.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #gojo #cal.writing #char.gojo #tw.overstimulation #tw.spit #NFRJUEA;VNREJ;bvnrejbv;nrbjv #god bless gojo satoru #makes this post a little pretty bc why not

[maliciouslove]

𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨

ʚ pairing ɞ  stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k

ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?

ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

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#unholytext.exe #denki kaminari x reader #denki x reader #kaminari x reader #stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader #stepbrother denki #denki kaminari smut #denki smut #kaminari smut #bnha smut #mha smut #tw.stepcest #tw.dubcon #tw.voyeurism #tw.spit #tw.blackmail #tw.overstimulation #tw.breeding #tw.recording

[ladythot]

It's probably weird for me to come to you with this, but I liked the post with Jack and drugs a lot. I don't know if you've watched JOJO, but there are characters there, pillarmen, and the digestive acid secreted by their bodies has a psychoactive toxin and those people whose bodies have been invaded by pillarmen (Santana infiltrated a soldier in the lab) describe the sensations as "wonderful".

And I want to offer a strange thought slightly inspired by the Pillarmen to tie in with Jack.

Imagine that after so many years of sitting on pills and drugs, Jack's blood could become "toxic" in some way? Jack's secretions(saliva/blood(semen??) etc) could themselves become a drug to the reader. He kisses them, the reader gets saliva and narcotic enzymes, which relaxes them greatly and later gives them a euphoric state.

Anyway yandere Jack gets the reader hooked on his own drug and they are unable to escape even if they wanted to

I like the idea of hanma blood being somewhat capable of blending with toxins by compatibility means. More thrill for the excellence of hanma blood as the strongest bloodline in existence. I could just imagine this concept burying yanagi in his grave next to his poison hand because it's next level malevolent action baby. I fucking hate him

Tw: aphrodisiacs, mindbreak, spitplay, cumplay, yandere, musking

Jack would be too oblivious about his body melding with the innermost toxins inside him just as uncaring as he is when he throats down an entire bottle of pills. That is until he came to watch your numbing figure falter when he cushions the warmly damped flesh of his tongue inside your mouth as you kiss. It's unusual. Bewildering even; your cheeks whisked in flushed red unlike the gentle color he usually sees when he unfurls the heavy lids of his eyes to get a good look of your pretty face, the tapered corners of your mouth slobbering a mixture of yours and his spit while you try your best to swallow it wholeheartedly using your own mouth—But the more you swallow, the more benumbing everything turns out in your clouded vision as he holds you by the jaw with his huge palm engulfing the underside of your lewd face while pouring great spit down your throat.

it's hard to breathe when he laps out the air you try to gasp in between kisses because of the beeeg suffocating space his tongue takes to make out with you. It made it all evident to him that you're lot less timid than before as your moans grew whiny-er and muffled out by him sucking your tongue into his mouth as your mind teetered down to a blank space. The thigh rubbing and the hazy look in your eyes made it clear to him that you're well prepared for his next actions.

He pulls away, eyeing your lewd drooling face up and down with a gentle smile before he ushers you down under his belt with one hand on top of your head. By the time your head reaches the face of his crotch, you're nuzzling the side of your soft cheek against the mounded bulge like you're inclined to. He's smirking. Mesh of spit webbed across his chin as he presses your pretty face against his crotch like he's mocking you to free his cock if you dare.

You'd be able to take his cock inside your mouth with ease—thanks to his psychoactive toxin; your mind barely registers a thought or two very much as pain isn't recognizable to your clouded senses.

When he figures out it was his own spit that drove you headfucked just from kissing, jack had no interest in purchasing drugs that get you ready for him. He's abusing that opportunity, the mere capability that brought him good use. After all, it took him years to find the perfect drug just for you to be able to take him any day and the next day.

#tw.drugging #tw.aphrodisiac #?? #aphrodisiac activated semen #what to call it #tw.mindbreak #tw.spit #Waters #that's my thrist tag btw

[xenclev]

Congratulations on 300 followers! I’d like a jjk matchup, i’m 18 and my pronouns are she/her.

my favorite song would probably have to be or nah by somo (original has the weeknd in it) and my personality type is istp. i would say i’m not too social, i have like one friend and i’m not too into social events but i do like concerts and dances (prom, hoco, etc) i’m generally quiet until i’m comfortable around you and then i don’t shut up, like you have to tell me to shut up or i wont stop talking. my hobbies are reading, writing, dancing, and collecting mangas and books (i have dyslexia but that doesn’t stop me) i’m also super sensitive and the one thing that gets me crying is if someone raises their voice at me. my love language is physical touch and quality time. some of my physical traits are that i’m 5’7, pale skin, brown eyes (one more yellow and one dark brown), and i have freckles across my nose and under my eyes.

and for the nsfw questions can i get 3 + 12?

(oh God please ignore this if i’m not allowed to join because i followed you after you reached 300 💀)

Someone who'd go as far as watching you sleep to spend quality time with you is...

3.] Are they rough or sensual in bed?

Mahito is a rough little bastard. His main goal anytime he's fucking you is to make you walk funnier than he did the time prior. This means he's bending you in various positions while he's tearing that thang into smithereens. Then, there's the way he has an iron grip on you so you won't move, so if you're not flexible and the position hurts, you're in trouble. <33

12.] Do they have any kinks? What are they?

Spitting and impact play are Mahito's go-to kinks. Impact play is definitely his favorite of the two; he enjoys watching you squirm when he uses a riding crop to smack you on your thighs, ass, and chest. The best part of it to him is the marks littered all over you, painting your skin with proof that you're his. It gets him so riled up that he forces your jaw open and spits.

#leaux// event #q 🦎 #leaux needs help #jjk matchups #jjk smut #jjk mahito #mahito smut #mahito jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #tw.spit

[minhavn]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 《 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 》

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : smut, hard dom!kai, spitting, overstimulation, mention of squirting, implied smoking

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩 : hooking up with your handsome best friend surely is fun—but with his whole crew?

Pressing his large hand against the small of your back, Kai made sure that none of his friends could see you entering his room as his eyes lingered on Soobin's and Yeonjun's door a bit before pushing you into his room and closing the door behind.

Looking at the interior of his room, it seemed like Kai didn't bother to change anything inside here including his stack of plushies that sat down on his bed, looking at two of you with their bright beady eyes. "Oh, mamegoma!" You sweeped the small seal plushie into your arms, pressing your nose against its soft nose while laying down on Kai's bed, cuddling with the plushie you both got when visiting Japan for winter break.

Leaning his back against the door, Kai couldn't help but feel warm inside when he saw you laying on his bed in your sundress, cuddling with the plusie he first got for you—stating it as a pure, unadulterated image of you and wouldn't let anyone see this side of you except for him—your only best friend, your childhood sweetheart and the only one who will love you unconditionally; that's how he saw himself to you this whole time.

"I didn't bring you here to cuddle with it, though."

You were confused for a second because Kai put all of his plushies including the one you were holding into his closet, ignoring your protest as you whined into his back, wrapping your arms around his hips. "If you're that curious," he sighed, giving into you once again before taking your hand from his side and placing it over his length, moving your hand to palm his hard-on over his pants as a couple of small groans escaped from his lips.

Turning his back to see your face, Kai knew that it was impossible for you to hide your real feelings in front of him, looking shy even when he had fucked you into oblivion for months and made you squirt for few times in one night. Letting your hands go, you picked up the hint almost instantly and pushed your hand into his pants, trying to wrap your lithe fingers around his head before running your thumb over his slit, smearing the precum all over his length before he pushed you down to the bed.

Slipping your dress off your body, Kai smashed his lips against your and grabbed a handful of your hair, grinning into the kiss as you whined against his lips at the harsh treatment and dug your nails into his back. Pulling away from the kiss, Kai wouldn't lie that you looked so perfect on his bed and it made him wanted to ruin you even more.

Your messy tousled hair, slightly swollen lips, glistening eyes and bare body with nothing but his sheet to cover you were more than enough to make him forget about his jealousy of the middle born, smirking at himself because he knew that he was the only one who could enjoy this side of you whenever he wanted.

Not Choi Soobin, but Huening Kamal Kai.

"Why did you let that motherfucker kiss you?" He growled against your jaw, peppering kisses down to your neck and chest, leaving bite marks alone your collarbone while ignoring your pleads for him to stop, already lost when he took you inside his room.

Even though Kai was always possessive of you and always wanted both of you to be an item, you knew it would be impossible when the man on top of you was a notorious player and one who loves to leave once he got what he wanted. You knew it, from the way he started to play around with his first target, asking you to bring her to him before ditching her and taking his anger on you because she didn't feel right like when he was with you—only to find his next target and do the same thing to the poor girl, everything in the span of five days.

"Why not? He wanted it and I wanted it, too."

Kai didn't bother to reply you, knowing how you were good with words—just like how good you treated his heart, tearing it apart every time you helped him to find girls to sleep with, to forget his love for you before leaving them and fucking you against his sheet because it was the only thing that felt right to him.

Keeping someone who broke your heart wasn't worth it, but if it was you, Kai would do everything to keep you close until the day you left him for someone better. But, in his eyes, no one could top him when it's about loving you—especially not his friends who promised to help him to get close with you.

He was naïve and the moment he saw you on Soobin's lap, kissing his lips as if your best friend couldn't see you from the kitchen that was few meters away—he knew these guys wouldn't live up their promises and that meant he have to step up his game, making sure they knew you were only his and that would never change.

It was him who kissed you first during your sweet seventeen, taking you into your childhood room as both of your parents were busy talking to eachother about their current investments and stealing you away from his sisters when they both went to the kitchen for some snacks. Without any sign of guilt, he pressed your body against the door and held you by waist, rubbing small circles on your sides with a lazy grin.

"You shouldn't let a guy entered your room, sweetie."

"If it's you, I don't mind it."

You were always good with words, making him falling into your sweet trap before realising they were empty promises and false hopes once they reached his heart, disappearing with every girls he played on.

Cupping your cheek with his hand, Kai couldn't help but stare as half of your face almost get covered by him, smiling at the way you nuzzled against his palm and pressing kisses along it.

Everyone said all first kiss tasted like a sweet lie, but Kai thought it tasted like how he wanted it—you.

It reminded him the salty taste when he went to the beach where he met you first, the bitter taste of cigs when he taught you how to smoke and the sweet taste of your lips after stealing a bite of your birthday cake, smearing the sweet cream over his lips.

Your first kiss just tasted like how he liked you.

"Tell me," he breathed over your neck, hand cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointing finger, watching your expression changing every time he touched different part of you, "is he better than me?"

You shook your head, arching your back against the cool sheet while Kai pinning your hips down, pressing his knee between your legs and running them along your slit. "I asked you a question," he warned, putting more pressure on you before rubbing a circle on your clit, making your legs twitching and brain turning into a mush.

"No."

"Then, why did you kiss him?"

You knew Kai was always mean and rough, but this had crossed the line. Both of your legs had given up as he pushed them against your chest, leaning down to spit into your mouth and telling you not to swallow them before doing the same to your folds, watching your slicks dripping down with his spit.

"What a fucking whore, kissing my friend and then spreading her legs for me, on my bed."

He chuckled lightly, telling you to swallow it down and grinning when you did it. Pressing his tip against your entrance, he only pushed halfway inside you because he knew you still having a problem to take him as whole.

Giving a few light pumps, he knew it wouldn't be long before you break and begged for some more, not satisfied with the way you were treated. He pushed your legs more, tossing them over his shoulders and chuckling when you tapped his shoulder, saying 'too deep, too deep' and asking him to slow down after cumming four times all over his length—only to find him doing the other way and pulling out after making you squirted twice.

"Unless Soobin could fuck you better, I suggest you not to do it again in front of me."

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 : @ghostfacefricker6969

#posh coquette #yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader #hueningkai smut #tw.overstimulation #tw.spitting

[fatherphilia]

sasuke Uchiha nsfw headcanons please 😊

it was his birthday a few days ago! happy late birthday mr. uchiha.. may you serve as much cunt as you did in shippuden when ur tits were out 24/7

tw. scent kink , spit kink under cut

sasuke is not one to admit any of his abnormal desires up front regardless of how close he is to someone. pulling them aside to fuck? that’s perfectly fine but he’s not going to discuss any kinks he has regardless of how obvious they are.

speaking of obvious, he could not be more obvious about his scent kink. he’s often away from home for long period of times but every time he comes back, he ensures that you leaving smelling like him. he loves nothing more than tasting his scent on your neck while he’s kissing you.

he can’t possibly resist the urge of making you seem like you belong to him. call him jealous but he wants men to know you’re taken whenever he’s gone. he’ll have you wear his clothes once he’s done fucking you and suddenly seems to not take too much interest in any scented shampoos you own.

another thing the man is most undeniably into is his spit kink, he likes to degrade you and perhaps a part of it goes along with his desire to claim your entire body. while he’s thrusting into your aching core, he’ll grip your face, ordering you to open your lips for him so he could spit in your mouth and watch you swallow.

undeniably also likes to fuck you so hard that you’re drooling, completely out of it as you greedily take all that he’s giving to you with glee.

sasuke is also a fan of quickies, the convenience of them suits his lifestyle. he’s passing by the village on a mission? he can spare a few moments to take you against the wall of your apartment. he’s got a meeting with naruto? he’ll pull you into a secluded place and having you squirting over his cock in minutes.

in my opinion, he’s a thigh guy, there’s nothing this guy enjoys more than something to grip onto while he’s fucking you or having a nice place to rest his hands while eating at a table next to you. he’ll grip your thighs until he’s leaving bruise marks in the shapes of his finger tips because he can’t get enough of grabbing them.

that said, sit on this man’s face. he wants to feel his partners thighs on either side of his head with his mouth pressed against their sex. he loves the feeling of it.

#naruto imagines #smut #sasuke uchiha x reader #my writing #tw.scent kink #tw.spit kink

[nkogneatho]

i want satoru to spit in my mouth. thank you.

#pasi.txt #tw.spit kink

[flangore]

❀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ

hi! i'm vee, i'm 21 years old and my pronouns are she/her! i am entirely sane and normal about helluva boss and hazbin hotel. i selfship hard with Alastor <3

my inbox is always open for thirsts! please feel free to talk to me!!

my main blog is @honeydazai-main; it's the only one i can follow you back + interact with you with!

other blogs of mine: @honeydazai

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❀ ᴛᴀɢꜱ

— #❥ alastor - and other character names; everything about said character! reblogs, writing, art, etc.!

— #❥ my writing - self-explanatory!

— #❥ recs - recommendations, things i enjoyed reading!

— #❥ vee talks - any kind of random posts from me!

— #❥ my asks - self-explanatory; everything from my ask box!

─❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─

❀ ᴛw.ᴛᴀɢꜱ

— #tw.noncon

— #tw.dubcon

— #tw.misogyny

— #tw.kidnapping

— #tw.stalking

— #tw.yandere

— #tw.abuse

— #tw.piss

— #tw.drugging

— #tw.mindbreak

— #tw.blood

— #tw.spit

— #tw.vomit

... and more to be added! mute these as needed!

─❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─

❀ ᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

— 🪅 anon

❀ feel free to claim an anon name! <3

#❀ navi.

[shypupi]

ʚ♡︎ɞ

#💫 #💕 #✏️ #🌸 #tw.spit

[woahjo]

something sexy with demigod Tendou :)

YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU my weakness. he makes me so weak... i was sooo torn on who to pick for him... but i can't get the image of him as the son of dionysus out of my head.

cw: dubcon (his demigod abilities), infidelity (reader is engaged), implications of hypnosis, spit, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, light squirting, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), satori kinda gives off a slimy vibe, there is sort of the implication that he's using reader but i imagine that they love each other

satori is the type of demigod whose presence alone is enough to feel the effect of his power. there's something sleepy about him, some hypnotic air he has that gives the impression of madness just past your fingertips. you feel it when he's near, when he lingers in the doorway and speaks to you in that familiar, slippery countenance.

you're betrothed, you shouldn't want him the way you want him, but you do. something about him begs a closeness that you crave so intensely. you find your discipline slipping every time he comes near.

maybe it's his demigod qualities, that air about him that is so reminiscent of his father, or perhaps it's just him. the slick smile, the strange, dream-like features which you find so beautiful, his knowing and low-lidded eyes. his features are pleasant to you, something beyond beauty that toes into ethereal. you find him magnetizing and your good sense leaves you like how it does when you're fevered.

satori kneels in front of you now, peering up at you as he pushes the fabric of your dress up your thighs. his hands slide up the soft flesh with hardly enough pressure to make the skin dip, until his fingers rest at the crux of your thigh and hip. you shudder, swallowing down that hypnotic, drug-like feeling he brings with him.

"come closer," he breathes, warm breath fanning against your knees.

you oblige him, shifting your hips forward so that your lower back rests against the edge of the table and your cunt sits just in front of his face. he smiles at you. it's a slick sort of smile, filled with all the confidence a demigod should have. the light from the candle on the table dances across his features and you instinctively reach to touch the top of his head, lightly pulling him away from where his mouth was about to make contact with you.

"i'm engaged," you say softly, a gentle urge for your sense.

"doesn't matter," satori shakes his head, leaning it against the inside of your knee. "let me touch you."

his fingers dance along the crease of your thigh.

"i'll marry you instead," he promises with a grin.

"liar," you say softly, but there's a fondness to it, something indicative of your connection to him.

satori rises to his feet and steps between your legs. he leans over you and you feel the way the fabric of his pants feel against the flesh of your soft inner thighs. he smiles lightly and tilts your chin up with his hand. satori kisses you.

it's gentle and when you part your lips to let him in, you can taste the faint bitterness of honeyed wine. a soft, comforting flavor on his mouth that lulls you into a familiar sense of inebration. his tongue snakes into your mouth, licking lightly at your own. you whine when he parts from you, almost like he's a drug. a steady drip of nectar from an almost empty cup.

you feel the imbalance of what he does to you. the sense that his god-like abilities make you want him this way. you shiver as he places his palms on your bare thighs again, slowly shoveling up your skirt and sinking back down to his knees.

"you're wet," he says lightly as he looks at you again, his lips curling up.

your face heats violently and you gasp as he presses a finger to your cunt and rubs one quick circle.

his eyes flick back up to you and you find that his are glazed over. you think the look probably mirrors your own and you swallow down guilt as he licks the inside of your thigh before placing a kiss right at the crest of your sex.

satori let's his tongue roam over your clit lightly. it's slow at first, a sleepy sort of exploration that feels good, but not good enough. your breathing picks up as satori lets himself taste you, his honey-like breath dampening the skin of your thighs. you exhale shakily and satori takes that as a cue to continue.

he sucks at you, letting his tongue play with your sensitive clit. it's the first time anyone has touched you this way and you're overwhelmed at the feel of it. slippery pleasure that you can't hold nor control. you shudder.

his fingers tighten their grip on your thighs, making the skin dip, as he picks up his pace on you. his hands hold your thighs apart, squeezing and pinching at the flesh as he gathers you closer, collecting you on his tongue. you whimper, feeling an unfamiliar and steady swell at the base of your stomach.

he hums into you, teasing and sleepy, and as you peer over the fabric of your bunched-up dress, you can make out a smile in his eyes and cheeks. like he's amused by you, by your susceptibility to him. you briefly wonder if you'll ever feel anything like this again. something so hypnotizing and so deeply surreal that it feels dream-like.

you shudder as your stomach tightens, crying out instinctively as a threatening wave of pleasure crests and recedes.

"sh, sh, sh," he hums, sliding his finger into you. "you've never been with anyone before, have you?"

you swallow, furrowing your eyebrows as you shake your head. satori curls his finger up.

"all you have to do is let go, you know?" he says lightly.

satori reaches up and presses lightly on your stomach.

"in here," he says, his finger continuing inside of you. "come on..."

he drags his words out, tempting a mad fever in you that makes your legs shake.

"i-" you choke. he hasn't put his mouth back on you yet and you're teetering precariously at that edge.

"why go without?" he says lightly, kissing the inside of your thigh. "i'm not going to tell anyone. just let go. give in a little."

his voice sounds fevered and his words slur lightly with his own eagerness. you can see the excitement in his eyes. a curious sort of glint that mixes pleasantly with the arousal painted on his face. there's fondness there. somewhere in his expression you can see it. a genuine type of care. his words hit like charmspeak and your whole body begins to tremble as he puts his mouth back onto you.

satori's lips move quicker this time, sucking harshly at your clit as his finger moves inside of you. your thighs twitch and you reach to root your fingers into his hair at the sudden swell of pleasure, knocking over the burning candle. it clamors to the floor before going out and satori laughs a little at the way you don't seem to notice.

it's like you're drunk, high up in some other kind of existence. your head is full of honeyed wine. it's like you can feel your thoughts swishing around, but can make no sense of it.

satori spits on your cunt. vulgar. it's disgusting. you whimper and pull him close to you, your stomach turning and swelling before you hit your climax.

you tilt your head back, pushing satori's face into you as he continues to suck at your clit. it becomes too much too quickly and you cry out in a quick, high pitched burst as you become overstimulated. it hurts in a way that drives you mad. a hedonistic sort of feeling from indulging in too much of a good thing.

satori doesn't stop and your voice comes out hoarse as you plead, meaninglessly, for a quick break. you build again, faster this time. blinding pressure crowds your abdomen and satori groans as you tremble and cum again. liquid spreads across the inside of your thighs, like water, and drips onto the floor. then, he slows the movement of his tongue and your head fills with syrup.

you become quickly exhausted, your knees trembling as you lean against the table and struggle to hold yourself up. satori sits back on his legs before standing up and resuming his position between them, letting you rest some of your weight on him to ease the burden.

he kisses you again without bothering to wipe his mouth. he tastes bitter. he tastes like you and on his breath is that familiar scent of honeyed wine. with all your good sense gone, you can do nothing but kiss him back, pretending that he'll keep good on his word and marry you instead. he really might, after all.

#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #hq x reader #tendo x reader #tw.overstimulation #tw.spit #tw.dubcon #cal care package #cal.writing #GRAAAAAA I NEED HIM #tw.infidelity

[kxkyuu]

Kirei: Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, oral(m-->f), spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

Word count: 5.3K

Tags: @cherrykamado @bakugosbratx @souyawn @bvnnichuu @novaresque @monaukah @cyancherub @renhoeku @spookygeto (these are the main tags. I have soo many)

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I knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as I awaited my order from the man who hired me. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask I wore to conceal my identity, I dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. I was a highly trained assassin, the best in my class. I was skilled with every type of blade and made my own extremely potent poisons.

“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” I said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with my own.

Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. She was dressed in all black down to her black heeled boots.

“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”

I took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother I presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes. I almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe I would use my poisons instead.

“Yes, sir.” I started to rise out of my kneeling position when a hand clamped down on my shoulder, squeezing roughly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”

Turning to look at the man who grabbed me, I saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes. My lip curled up into a frown as I growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.

“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence the woman had her thighs locked around his neck as she swung her weight around, throwing the man to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of her boot as she stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at her with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.

“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”

Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed her off of him before dropping into a kneel. “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”

I laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as I glared at Akaza. I just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in my heels. And he thinks he can beat me. “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission. Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into my palms from the hidden compartment attached to my wrists and I pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” I glanced over at the man who hired me. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”

Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.

I dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at my face, retaliating with my own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of my fingers. My blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. I somersault backwards, the blade in my heels sliding out.

Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in her boots when she flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize.

His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in her arms first, to hear her beg for mercy before breaking her legs and making her crawl back to where she had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

“It took long enough.” I walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” I pulled a vial out of the valley of my breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” I stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at my lips beneath my mask as I pressed my fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”

Gold eyes widened. How did she know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale.

He flinched when she suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” I said simply as I tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of my top. I walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” I asked as I crossed my fist over my heart and bowed.

Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”

I nodded as I slid my dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. My heels clicked as I side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how I knew his birth name. I stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” I exited out of the room.

Once I had left the building, I tugged my mask down and pulled out the photo I had placed in my pocket. I suppose I should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in my mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. I glanced over to the other brother.

“Pity.” I said as I took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, I pulled my mask back up on my face and hid in the shadows as I made my way back home to plan out my tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if I did not kill the whole family before my deadline, the twelve million I would get from just him would be more than enough.

-0-0-0

Bored.

Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.

“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”

Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.

His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.

He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.

Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.

The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, erotic movements turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.

When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.

-0-0-0

I stepped out onto the stage when they called out my stage name. I walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of my thighs with the riding crop I used as a prop. My eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and I found him already staring at me with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.

Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left my form as I danced around the pole, stretching my legs as I spun around on the pole wih just my hands. I slid down the pole until my knees touched the ground. I moved my body around seductively, my hair flying around with my movement and sticking to my gloss. Knowing that my performance was coming to an end, I snatched off the corset.

As my performance was coming to an end, I decided to show off my strength by locking my legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, I let go of the pole and supported myself by arching my back against the cool metal while pressing my ankles down to maintain my balance. I could feel his eyes on me as I spun around in slow circles. I wished I still had the riding crop to slide it along my covered heat and thighs, but I could tell he was already mesmerized by me. By the time I had finished my routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and I knew that he was going to look for me.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for her when they brought her to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. When the woman stepped inside his private room, she was even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, she was a goddess among goddesses.

He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Her eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when she looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”

Kyoujuro watched as her lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to her so that she could take the alcohol.

I took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave me a better look at his handsome features. I could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling.

’ “Thank you.” I took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.

He laughed lightly, gaining her attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled her glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented her walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for her to sit down.

I eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. I had the knives hidden in my boots that I used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. I also have my poisoned hairpins tying back my locks I could use. I- My eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and I saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... My body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as I gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?”

Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of her lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. She smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if she tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found her delicate wrist, the pads resting against her pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and she was his prey.

Pulling the hair pins out of the bun I wore, letting my hair down, I smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” I said as I shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing my lips against his ear, I whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you. I raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”

He sensed the danger and before she was able to plunge the sharp tips of her weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked her hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped their positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at her forehead as she had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.

I began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at my head, but I didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” I tightened my grip on the handle of my knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” I fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of my forehead.

Kyoujuro smiled down at her, his lips pulled taunt at her words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held her mask tied closed.

Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? I began to sweat a little, the strings of my mask dangling with the tips tickling my shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over my eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. I would have targeted him last. I swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.

“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of her blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing her beautiful face. She was gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed her knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt her chin up so that he could stare into her eyes.

I shivered as I looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. I felt helpless without my blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than me that I wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at me. I swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”

Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of her jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess.” He trailed the cold steel down her neck to the valley of her breasts, pointing the barrel at her heart. “How much?”

“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” I answered quickly, my eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown my weapons. I wished I had gotten time to redress into my normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as I had closed the door. I barely had time to grab the hair pins.

The more he stared at her barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with her skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck she was gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against her breast, smiling when she jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”

I arched my brow as I tilted my head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let me go? I was just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” I would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant I would live.

“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when she recoiled her head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” I screamed at him. Me? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” My brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against my lips, silencing my rant. Damn him. Did he know I thought he was attractive?

His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of her lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down her neck.

My lips were on fire from his touch as I looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made my skin come alive when he led them down the front of my throat. “What are you...” I trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of my breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over my nipple before he used both hands to cup my mounds.

“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed her back onto the couch, his knee sliding between her thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with her cheek as she turned her head away.

I placed my hand over my lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” I held up two fingers. First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” My head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against my heat, tempting me into giving into his touch. But I had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”

Kyoujuro gazed down at her, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched her hand away from her lips and grabbed her chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into her parted lips, landing on her tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

As his spit slid down the back of my throat, a small whine left me. He tasted like the coconut brandy we had drunk, rich and smooth. I wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto my neck, nipping and sucking his marks into my flesh. My back arched off the couch, grinding my core down further against his hard thigh between my legs. His hand began to massage my breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.

“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down her neck to the valley of her breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of her thin, lace red bra down, pushing her breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of her taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around her left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of her moans graced his ears.

I could not hold back my cries when Kyoujuro began toying with my nipples. I weaved my fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against my chest. The pleasure was starting to consume me as he did wickedly sinful things to me. I let out a gasp when I felt his other hand glide down my belly and rested between my thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could up my sex from the thing red panties I had on.

Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed her underwear to the side and slid a finger along her slit. Releasing her nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down her cunt, parting her folds and watched her lewd juices glisten. “Look at the pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. You sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”

My face heated at his words as I swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on my tongue. “N-no!” I whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through my slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left me when he suddenly pushed those digits inside my clenching hole and my hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”

Kyoujuro thumbed her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on her face. Marveling a each lewd sound her pussy made as he fucked her with his hand. Adding a third and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made her squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at her cunt. She only said that he could not kiss her mouth...

I was drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on my body. My nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found my spot quickly, like he knew my body like the back of his hand. My eyes slid closed as I started to lose myself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until I left something hot and wet drip onto my sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto my clit, smearing it over my opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” I kicked my legs out as I tried to grab his cheeks.

He looked up at her with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped her clit, the stinging pain causing her to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at her as he gathered her legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t special how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked her clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.

My head fell back as I gasped from the stinging pleasure of having my sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. I moved to curl my hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if I was trying to pull him away or push him closer to my needy cunt. “Fuck...” I whimpered softly.

Kyoujuro licked up and down her folds, relishing in her sweet taste. She was indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between her thighs, eating and drinking from her drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against her clit as his tongue dipped into her sugary hole to gather her slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?”

In my lustful daze, his words rang true in my ears. “Yes!” I screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with my ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on my skin. I quickly changed my words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” I whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as I bucked my hips upward.

He hummed as he sucked at her opening to taste as much of her sweetness as possible. A combination of her juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. She tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to her swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside her slick, clenching hole. Her cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.

“Oh fuck...” I moaned out as he attacked my clit with quick flicks. I shook my head from side to side as my thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as my back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught my body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing my cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chanted as my high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.

Kyoujuro felt her walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave her clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining her orgasm. The Mafia leader gave her a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room

I sat up, knowing he did not just leave me on edge like that. The throbbing in my core let me know that he indeed left me in such a needy state for him. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I declared. “I am going to kill him!”

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[p-antomime]

Ruining wh☆t?

ㅤ— minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 1K.

ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: brat tamer!kisaki, nicknames, unprotected sex, shoe humping + shoe licking, humiliation kink, slight sir kink, orgasm denial, manhandle, hair pulling, mention of sex tape, degradation, spitting, slight bimbofication, dacryphilia, slight god complex.

ㅤpairings: kisaki tetta x brat!f!reader.

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"Is that the best you can do?", his hand kept forcing you to stare at the turned on television exposing different videos from days or even months before, the tip of his shoe kept rubbing against your clit and being soaked by your slick and your head was still dizzy not knowing how to count right anymore how many times he had already ruined your orgasm just in a short time period of thirty minutes that felt like thirty hours to you.

" 'Saki, 'm so--," you began trying to stammer out a mediocre excuse feeling the knot in your tummy tighten even more, just as it had before,

Now that his shoe was almost completely because of your pussy, it was much easier to slide your folds through it and reproduce the same wet sounds his fingers made inside you when you weren't being deprived of his touch as you were at that moment.

The videos playing on television were recorded by him with you. And you didn't know what Kisaki wanted to use them for until you saw him press you against the table in the apartment living room and turn on the TV after you acted like a dumb brat all day.

"Tsk, you've been whining like an attention-seeker whore all day for me to give you attention and when I do, you can't even use my shoe to get off, pretty pathetic, even for you", a mocking chuckle escaped his lips as he tangled fingers in your hair to pull your face back until your back was arched and your eyes were staring into his.

"It's fucking ngh y-you...", you began trying to not moan as you forced hips a little harder against his shoe, your orgasm was so painfully close that maybe if Kisaki denied it again, you would end up crying, "Who's ruining all for--"

Before you could finish speaking, a trickle of saliva dripped from his tongue onto yours and you ended up choking with small tears springing to the corner of your eyes from the sudden invasion in the throat.

"Ruining what, hm? Your pussy? You?", Kisaki forced a semblance of faux sympathy before pushing you forward, leading your body away from his shoe soaked by the juices of your cunt and, again, ruining your orgasm, "You trying to be a brat with me is a great slutty bimbo."

Oh, it was stronger than you. Starting to cry and ruining the little makeup was left on your face after the humiliation session of having to use his shoe to get off because, according to Kisaki Tetta, brats like you don't deserve to have even the tip of his toes.

Using the same tip of his shoe that was soaked because of your pussy, he lifted your chin to force you to look at him.

"I didn't even give you a reason to cry, sweetie", his tone dripping malice and mischief, especially in the last word, “Wanna apologize? Or we can stay here for the rest of the night, it's not a problem for me to keep making you try to use your pretty brain to think instead of your cunt.”

You whimpered, trying to bring your hands to the face to wipe your tears, to which Kisaki scolded you using only a sharp look. And for the good reader, half a look is enough.

"Sorry, 'Saki", you felt the muscles in your thighs flex as soon as his eyes half-lidded behind his glasses at the same time as a loud moan reproduced by your voice came from the television.

You didn't know you were a slut in heat over him until you had the opportunity to hear yourself moaning his name over a recording.

"Mhm, I don't think you're trying too hard to apologize, bimbo, try harder."

"I'm so sorry, sir...", you felt the tip of his shoe tap lightly against your chin and genuinely, your mind didn't know if your mouth should keep talking more than that or not.

"You are?", his head dropped to the side and his tongue flicked past the lips, "Why don't you show me how much you’re sorry?", his eyes fell from your face to his shoe, "Lick it."

"What?", you swallowed dryly; it was the first time he had gone that far and yet your pussy clenched around nothing at his speech, "I don't--"

"It wasn't a suggestion."

And swallowing your own pride, you let the tongue out of your mouth and ran it slowly over the tip of his shoes wet with your juices. The taste of your own arousal flooding your papillae and making you need to press your thighs together as a way to keep yourself from slipping a hand between them to play with your clit, your eyes always raised to meet Kisaki's who looked at you with a mixture of contempt and pride.

If he praised you too much, you might try to outdo him and start acting like a brat again. Kisaki Tetta knew you too well.

When you finished licking up almost all the liquid staining that shoe, the man above you wasted no time in pulling you up to smack his lips against yours in a needy kiss and sliding his other hand between your legs to rub your clit, having you whimpering against his lips.

But if you thought that after making you humiliate yourself like that, Kisaki would take it a little easier on you, your pretensions were mistaken, because seconds after the kiss he guided you to the table in the living room, turned you onto your back to him and bent you over it as he unbuttoned his own pants that were already tight around his boner long ago.

As soon as he sank inside you and forced your walls to widen to take his cock, a hand placed itself on your neck to force you back to watching you being railed in the new video being displayed on the television, even though seconds later your eyes were rolling up at having Kisaki pounding inside you as if you were a personal fleshlight, just another hole to be used.

Before you could realize it, drool was dripping down the corner of your lips as your body went back and forth according to the movements behind you and, without much thought, an "oh, my fucking god" slipped from your mouth as you ended up cumming without permission from Kisaki Tetta, who whispered in your ear: "Yeah, bimbo, that's me" feeling your pussy squeezing his dick even harder than before.

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @bontensucker @manjiroscum @inu1gf @keisaint @ravenina14 @ranilingus @dokidokimanji @mizurimirai @sleepy3 @kuroaka @zuuki @qudvxnkanx @hirwishin @dokidokimanji @sleepy3 .

#kisaki tetta smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #kisaki smut #kisaki tetta x reader #kisaki x reader #kisaki x y/n #tr smut #tokyo rev drabble #tw.manhandling #tw.degradation #tw.humiliation #tw.spit

[sanemiangel]

uzui tengen + size kink 

uzui tengen x fem!reader

cw- spit kink, size kink, smut, marking

a/n- in this fic i am not eluding to reader being thin or short whatsoever, as a plus size woman myself, i know with size kink those lines can get blurred and such

As tengen had you writhing underneath him he was relishing in the way you looked under him, how his giant hand looked around your neck. How your pretty pussy looked struggling to take his girthy cock. Greek god like biceps holding your hips at an angle as he fucks into you.

“I could watch you beneath me all day.” he breaths, damp white hair hanging in your face before he leans down, sucking marks into your neck. “You just look so divine underneath me. You look almost helpless.” he coos down to you as his thrusts become more harsh. His hips slamming into yours, making sure to bash his cock into your cunt as far as he can to hear your screams. 

He wishes he could watch himself fuck you from someone else’s point of view, oh how he would revel in being able to see how pathetic you look as he fucks his fat cock in your tiny cunt, the way your body rocks back and fourth along the futon from the sheer force of him fucking into you. 

But that’s not what matters right now, as he takes a thick digit to your clit gently rubbing in circular motions, matching the speed of his now slowed thrusts, focusing on knocking the breath out of your lungs as the tip kisses your cervix.

You come undone in no time as soon as you feel the dexterity of his hand on your cunt along with his veiny cock knocking that special spot that resides in your worn out hole. Giving him no warning.

He shows you mercy as he slows down and takes his hand away as you come down.

Before he flips you onto your stomach, from his view now you laying on the futon as he kneels, you look even more helpless beneath him.

“Now” he slams his cock back into you. A large hand wrapping around your naps bringing your head back, spitting right on your face. “I’m gonna use this tight cunt however i want until i cum.”

All your fucked out mind can do is nod and get drunk off of more lust and pleasure.

#tw.size kink #tw.spit #tw.spit kink #uzui smut #uzui x reader #uzui tengen x reader #tengen x reader #tw.marking

[sukunasstarlight]

your xiao hc… whew. please share some more with the class i am down absolutely wretched for that man

He drools. Esp if he’s going down on you, he doesn’t even really realize it either unless you point it out, too drunk off you to really care either way too, sticky hands and mouth devouring you for all your worth until you’re screaming from it. Moans into you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted. He likes seeing you drool too, gets your mouth all messy with his while he’s fucking you, sucking on your tongue or having you make a mess all over his fingers.

#get him going enough and he’ll fuck you /both/ to tears #tw.spit #xiao 🌟 #xiao smut #genshin thirst #xiao x reader smut #anon 🖤

[iwaasfairy]

𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃

he does his very best to give you everything, you know this better than most. so the least you can do is not get jealous. you don’t get jealous... just maybe get a little fussy instead.

.wordc. 4k+ tw (step)daddy, size kink, belly bulge, degradation, hairpulling, spit, jealousy

With his teeth in the crook of your neck with his strong arms looped around your -in comparison- tiny body, he pounds his hips up into you until your eyes roll back in your skull. “Needy- fucking- bitch,” the muffled grunts come with each thrust, and all you can do is keep your fingers stuffed into your mouth and holding onto the short hairs at the base of his skull. “Like having a cock too big to stuff your dirty, cockhungry cunt?”

“Yeah, love your— fat cock.” Each wet slap of your pussy being battered by a dick too big for you rings way too loud in the quiet of the otherwise abandoned room, his huge cock going so deep it pushes up against the edge of your poor walls. Your fingers and chin are covered in spit, eyes closed tight and tits bouncing with the motions, unable to even close your legs for a little reprieve. “So deep.”

The bench creaks against the motions. And he rests his forehead onto your shoulder for a moment to hold you down, breathing deeply. “Gonna cum?” His voice so low and gravelly, body radiating heat that leaves you both with sweat rolling down exposed skin. You think you nod in response, but it’s hard to tell when your head’s so cloudy you can’t tell left from right, trying to keep from crying out. “Wanted daddy’s cock so bad you had to beg for it like a whore, so you better.” Then he’s moving again, one hand dropping to your ass to help you along with the ruthless pace he sets in your wet slit.

“C-can’t,” you cry around your fingers when his chest brushes up against your overstimulated nipples, clenching around the heat and dripping all over him. “Wanna -quit, mhm-wan’cum. ‘S too big.” Your thighs strain with the effort to drop yourself at his rhythm, your muscles clenching more each time your clit rubs against the coarse hair around his cock. “So close, daddy!” Your voice, muffled and high pitched, is still no match for the lewd sounds that fill the room and his heavy grunts. You moan at the way his frown digs a little deeper, biting his lip in focus. “Yes, yes, ah-please!” With a few more thrusts, you drop down onto his cock all the way until it pushes against your cervix, and the tight coil in your belly snaps. “Sh- mhm— thankyouthankyou daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “milk my cock, slut.” Your walls clench around him so hard you see double, pulling your wet fingers out of your mouth to dig them into the hard muscles of his shoulders with a loud string of incoherent begs. And he follows close after, filling your belly with warmth until his thick cum spills out and makes even more of a mess. But he only stops until your body slumps entirely against his chest, so fucked out your toes tingle, and the blood rushing in your head is so loud you can’t hear anything else. He keeps you tight to his hot body, breathing deeply against your sticky skin.

Everything after that moves quicker, sadly. Your head is still pounding a little as he helps you off his lap and onto your feet, wiping your drool off your face and kissing your lips until you manage to lift your arms enough to get your shirt back on. You don’t even know how many minutes pass in silence as he helps you clean up, allowing you the time to come back to earth. “Tired?” he asks, and you nod along, collapsing against his chest with a deep whine.

“I don’t think I want to try walking for at least half an hour.” You stand and watch as he drops his boxers and digs through his bag for his gear, quick to put it all on. Though his grin grows wider the longer you stare at him, you’re not even trying to hide it. Jersey stretching over his wide chest and shoulders, before he tucks himself into fresh boxers and shorts.

“Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles when you bite your lip, nodding cutely. You go to stand onto the bench with a little sigh to motion him over, taking a brief moment to fix his hair as his large hand rests at the small of your back. Pretty hazel eyes watching you with a revering gaze. When you’re done, he clicks his tongue. “Gotta rush out there, pretty thing, I gotta go to warm-ups.” He presses a quick kiss to your pouty lips as he helps your underwear back up your body, but his gaze lingers for a moment too long for you to believe the responsible front he’s putting on. Even if he doesn’t admit it, the way his hands come to paw at your tummy says enough, pushing on it a little until you grab his wrist and squeak.

“Daddy!”

The wet squelch of his cum gushing out of you into the drenched fabric is enough to have heat rising to your face again. “Leaking my cum into those pretty panties?” You fake a frown, but enjoy the way his fingers trail up your body under his shirt. “Hm, that’s too bad.” The little purse of his lips quickly morphs back into a smile when you push his arms away from your body. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he promises, stuffing his bag into the locker. Everyone’s definitely already warming up in the other gym. If anything you’re lucky that they haven’t come around to find their captain yet. “Cheer for me?”

“Of course, daddy,” you say back, eyeing him down a little longer. He really does look too damn unholy in the tight uniform, sending you a last little look that already has your insides warming again.

+

There’s very little that can make you jealous. You’ve won over a lot of obstacles to be with Meian the way you are, and though it’s technically a secret, the gazes his teammates send you when you cheer for your daddy or come around training a bit earlier than you should to watch him are far from unknowing. Of course the large majority of the crowd doesn’t know though, so it’s easy to blend into the cheers of the supporters. In all black and gold, there’s few things you enjoy more than showing off to everyone what you mean to him, jumping and cheering from the stands. You don’t care that they don’t know who you are, or that some of his fans send daggers into your back with their glares.

After all, it’s not for nothing that your skirt shows off the bruises and hickeys on your thighs, his jacket falling way down your body like it could be a dress. The number four on the back also painted on your face as you wave your banner excitedly back and forth. He sends a quick glance back, eyebrows furrowed to look for your face in the mess of people, and grins when he spots you. You wave and smile, letting your heart make a jump when he winks at you, then turning back to the team. This little game between you two is nothing new— hell, most of the players have their own little routines. The first set went by so quickly, and your side of the area is ecstatic, buzzing with excitement.

But as the whistle rings, there’s a distinct murmur right behind you that is harder to ignore by the second. “He winked this way, did you see?” “Who did? Him?” “The Captain, number 4. Meian Shugo.” You really try your best to ignore them, try to watch the game progress below you, but it’s so hard when they seem to be only one of two rows behind you. And loud at that. “At— that girl over there that’s wearing his number, you think? She looks way young.” “I know he got divorced not too long ago, you think that’s his new girl? What a shame.” The longer the conversation continues, the more you have to fight the urge to turn around, tapping your foot on the floor to quell your nerves.

“Ugh, just imagine what a man like that can do,” one of the girls sighs after a while, and even the man to your side turns around to give them a little glare. “What? Are we not allowed to talk?” she hisses, cutting her argument short when the man turns back at the sound of another whistle, the opposing team coming up to serve. They are clearly not here for the enjoyment of the sport, and though you can understand it to a degree, there’s a certain self consciousness that creeps up your spine when they continue, under their breath. “Whatever, even if he has a girlfriend, that doesn’t mean we can’t go say hi after the match. I wanna know what he’s like with a body like that.” “Yeah, same. I’d love to see what’s underneath those shorts. Ride him until he’s out of breath.”

The shrill laugh of the girls is all you can hear through the cheers, clinging a bit harder to the banner in your hands. And it’s so stupid to get jealous, but the way they talk about him hits a part of you that you don’t like giving into. After all, you’re living in the same house as him and currently have his cum soaking into your panties, but no one is allowed to know. And you’re not so sure if that’ll ever change. “If that’s really his girlfriend, I feel bad for him. She looks like she never takes charge in anything, let alone the bedroom.” Her friend snickers. “You’re so right, poor guy.” MSBY suddenly scores a point, knocking you out of your daze when the entire crowd jumps forward in cheers, squishing you to the bannister a little more. And Meian smacks the grey-haired spiker on the back with a smile, before turning back towards the stands to send you another glance.

But the smile you manage to send him is only superficial, fisting your hands into his jersey a bit tighter. The rest of the match continues mostly as normal after, with you ending up waiting patiently outside the changing rooms. And though you know you shouldn’t let it unnerve you, though you know it’s just simple gossip among friends, their words stick to the forefront of your thoughts while he keeps his distance as long as he’s with the team and through the crowd of interviewers until you both get into the car.

You get into the driver as he slumps into the passenger seat, exhausted and ready to get out of the mess of loud people to go home and sleep it off as soon as possible. “Don’t fall asleep yet, daddy, I won’t be able to get you out of the car.” You start the car with a few glances to the side of his face, a tired but contented smile on his lips when you back out of the parking lot and away from the mass of people, an agreeing hum low and calm in between you two for the first time in a few hours. Only then does his large hand find it’s way to your skin again, dropping into your lap to draw soft circles onto the inside of your thigh.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you drop your bottom lip from between your teeth, “missed you too.”

+

When you wake up with a jolt, the first thing you notice is how tight your chest feels. You’re hot all over, slotted against his chest on your side, and judging by how wet you are you’ve been this way for a while. Flushed, and your belly awfully empty. And you’ve learned what happens if you take care of yourself, definitely not in the mood to risk it. So you do the only thing you can do and shift your hips back more, pressing your ass against the bugle in his boxers. No wonder you woke up hot and bothered. “Hmm,” you whine a little when you push back more and rub your covered pussy up and down his center. You can’t help it, you want daddy’s cock more than anything right now.

It doesn’t take long for your motions to shake him awake, definitely when you bring your hand down between your legs to rub up against his half hard cock, grabbing him through the fabric. A deep rumble falls from his chest when you pull the boxers down enough to let his dick out, spitting onto your hand to grab for him. You rub your wet palm over the head of his cock a few times before wrapping your fingers around him— as much as you can at least with the size of it, still rocking your hips back against him and getting more wet by the second. “What d’ya think you’re doin,” he sighs under his breath as he cracks one eye open, grunting at the way you’re rubbing your desperate cunny along the length of him over and over.

“Woke up needing you so bad,” you bring out, just letting your panties get more and more wet the longer you continue. And his cock twitches in between your legs as you work your fingers around, rubbing the precum around all over the pretty head of his cock until he bucks his hips back against you. It presses up against you more the harder you try, tilting your hips to allow him to touch your clit over and over. “Need daddy’s cock inside,” you admit under your breath, shifting away for just a second to rid yourself of the fabric sticking to your pussy. When you’re barely done with that he’s already pulling you back to his body to push his cock between your folds a few times without actually going in. It makes your entire body heated, hairs standing on end and getting more slick by the second. You grab onto his wrist for support in pushing back against him. “Ha-nhg, please-daddy feels so good, so warm.”

You even shift your legs apart best you can to get more friction and access, something that makes him hum. His chest pressed up against your back makes you feel even smaller, packed muscles and strong arms caging you in against him. “You want it so bad, baby?” He shifts onto one elbow behind you to look at your face, how you’re tearing up with the overwhelming heat and need setting your body alight. The hot, leaking head pushes against your hole and pushes in a tiny bit, only to pull back and slap his fat cock against your pussy with a wet ‘pap’ each time. “Wanna have it in here, fill you up, filthy girl?”

“Yes!” you instantly reply, shivering when he uses his free hand to shove your shirt up your body to reveal your tits, rising and falling desperately against the heat. He rubs his thumb over each a few times, then grabbing your tits into his giant hand and squeezing softly. Still teasing the heavy head of his giant cock between your legs while you’re leaving your shiny wetness all over him. Your hips instinctively push back against him when he brings the head back to your hole, trying to lower onto it, only to be stopped by his hand on your hip. You can’t help the whine that comes out at that, still pushing back as much as you can.

“Pleasepleaseplease, daddy!! Ah-ple-hng.” You push his hand back away from your hip and reach between your legs again to push him back up to your dripping pussy again, slowly starting to sink yourself onto him. It never goes easy because he’s just that big, but the stretch of just pushing back on him is enough to have you moaning out, dropping your face into the plush. “Please, want your big -hm- cock. Wanna have daddy ruin me.” He keeps you in place again though, slowly rocking his hips around in circles to stretch you out more, popping back out again and you have to hold the overwhelming urge to kick your feet, instead arching your back and leaning into his hand when he pinches your nipples hard. “J-Fu— Wan’it, wan’it!” 

“Oh, the fucking brat knows what she wants?” he mumbles back as he guides himself back between your legs, not holding you down this time. Instead he just grabs onto your thigh as he rolls his hips, your eyes stinging with wetness. “Go ahead then. Got my cocksleeve all needy and worked up and I haven’t even done anything yet.” It’d be easier to ignore his taunting tone if it wasn’t paired with a thrust, shoving another two thick inches into your gushing cunny until you’re crying and shaking on his cock, not sure if you want to get back off or not. The stretch is so painfully good, walls fluttering around the wide intrusion desperately. You roll your hips though, whimpering at the feeling of him spearing you open so wide. It’s not fair. You had him earlier today, but it feels like you’re being stretched for the first time all over again.

“Daddy, please, wanna cream around it, have it break me open please,” you reach back to cling to his forearm, taking a few deep breaths and crying out when it causes his cock to slide even further in. But for as much as you’re struggling, you know that there’s nothing more you want than all of him filling you out. “Need it, ack, d-deep. More, daddy, quickly!” you beg, forcing yourself back and onto him more again, your eyes rolling back in your skull when you arch your back and his cock presses up so good against your gummy, drooling walls. “Please use my holes as you need, ‘s all for you, daddy.” At this point you’re so fed up not being able to take more at once that you pound your little fist onto his thigh a few times and shake your head through your tears, pulling his hand in between your legs. “Put it— mhm-ahh, deeper, please!”

The little request along with the way you roll your hips back on half of his cock like a bitch in heat leaves him stunned, gripping you close by your belly as the hand between your legs rubs messy circles over your clit. “Fuck— What’s got you so fucking desperate?” he hisses when you clench on his cock again, pushing in more at your whimpers. “That feel good?” The way he’s filling you up alone is enough to have your belly tightening like crazy, going crazy at the touches to your puffy nub.

“Yes-hng, yeah, more, moremoremore. Want it all,” you nod, squeezing your own tits and breathing, feeling how he slides in further and further and the messy, quick motions of his two fingers to your clit go even faster. “All of you, ple-ah!” Same time as you try to catch your breath a little, going lightheaded, he bottoms out inside you with a hard thrust, and the coil in your belly pulls so tight you can feel it all the way to your feet. He keeps rubbing, rutting his cock almost in place to stretch you out a little more, but you don’t even get to warn him as your eyes pull closed and your pussy clenches around him like a vice. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck— daddy!” You squirm as your orgasm travels through you, vision spotting black and white and that enormous heat filling your belly.

But you barely take a break to breathe before you’re turning over your shoulder to lean into his collarbones, grabbing onto his shoulder and breathing heavily against his skin. “Daddy’s cock is mine, all mine. Only for me,” you bring out, lifting your leg over his thigh for better access, tears being smushed around your cheeks. He obliges though, pulling out and pushing back inside faster, inside your sensitive cunny with the flushed head of his cock kissing your cervix each time he fills you out. 

Your brabbling is barely coherent anymore, sticking so close and rolling your hips as best as you can. “Only belongs inside me. Your pretty cock’s hmh-all mine.” Though you can’t see it though your tears, his lip is pulled between his teeth, pretty eyes focussed on the way your face changes with each thrust, in awe of your words. You’re not normally this mouthy, but the words just keep coming.“‘M gonna take all of your cum like a g-good- girl,” you moan and whine, and he pulls you even closer by your waist to thrust up into you a bit faster. “No one else.”

“Yeah,” he hums, now using his thighs to fuck up into you and to make your tits bounce, the bed banging against the wall with each thrust. He grabs onto your hair to keep your back arched for him and presses a kiss to your wet cheek, moaning. “S’all yours, pretty baby.” 

“No one else -ah-can touch your cock or sit on it, okay?” you mumble, mindlessly nodding your head when he grunts your name under his breath, the pace now knocking the air out of your lungs. “Just— your good girl- ah, ah, ah, f-forever! Wanna feel your cock up here until you can’t give any more, daddy!” You manage to bring your hand to your belly to push a little against the bulge that shows each time he bottoms out, balls and hips slapping against you and the wetness of your creamed pussy around his cock filling the room.

“Shit- Look at you being all possessive,” Meian takes a deep breath and brings his hand back between your legs again, cock twitching inside you. Each thrust of his fat cock inside your ruined walls brings you back closer to your high, and the heavy, dirty words he growls when your walls flutter around him. “Little, slutty cunt drooling all over me— fuck, baby, taking me so well. You like feeling daddy’s huge cock filling you up to the brim?”

“Yes, feels so good! So big, hng-good- inside, ah— daddy, daddy!” The heat between your bodies building so hot you can’t think straight. All you know is that you’ve never felt so good, his length driving you open and bulging your belly so perfectly. Your heartbeat is so loud between your ears, neck and back held tight in place and your ass jiggling with his relentless fucking. “Ahng! Ah, ah, ah, always want to cream on your fat cock, no one else gets to. Only me- f-for daddy!” More, tighter, it builds to a peak again like the rhythmic pounding of the headboard into the wall, your cries choked and drool covering your lips, swollen from your consistent biting. “Ah- haaaa, please, wanna cum on your cock again. Gonna—”

“Already?” He brings out a surprised huff, but keeps going and even faster, close as well.

“Mhm! Ah- yes, love your big cock so much, feels -mhm- s’good!” you cry as you’re bounced on his cock all pathetically, squeezing your own tits and nipples for the most amount of stimulation. It’s inevitable when he notices how close you are and rubs your clit even faster again, making your legs shake. “S’g-good, please, wanna c-cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop, wan’ -hmng- d- ah, cumming! Cum—ming-hng -ah, ahng!”

You hit your high even harder than before, vision completely blacking for a few seconds as he helps you through it without hesitating, thrusting your spasming walls open again and again and again. Pushing up against your cervix a few more times with pleasurable pain that leaves your body shaking and pussy creaming around his cock all over again. “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you mumble out, as he spurts his hot ropes of cum into your pussy, fucking it into you until you’re both twitching from overstimularion.

He lets go of your hair and slumps into you then, keeping you warm in his arms and pulling you close to his sweaty chest. Both of your hearts hammering in different patterns against your rib cages, his cock kept inside you. It’s Meian who catches his breath first, slowly untangling himself from your body to look down at you through narrowed eyes, ever so slowly pulling out of you after all. “Baby,” comes his chastising tone first, and you whine at it, but he’s quick to keep you just as close to press his lips to your jaw. “That was so stupidly hot,” he breathes, “locking around my cock like a fuckin’ vice.” You crack open one eye to watch him inspect you top to bottom, then playing with the edge of the shirt still shoved up above your tits. “What the fuck was that all about?”

But you just give him a lazy grin, and snuggle closer to his chest. “I’ll tell you later, daddy.”

#tw.stepcest #tw.sizekink #tw.degradation #💫ch.meian #🥧daddy.meian #tw.spit #meian shugo x reader #meian shugo #msby smut #haikyuu smut #meian smut #meian x reader

[nkogneatho]

Toji would say how much his boobs are bigger than yours. I’m sorry i don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️ (I wanna bite his tits)

Gojo spits in his food so you can’t steal it

Naoya can’t last for more than 10 seconds and he wants to be pegged and breeded

Choso definitely tried to use condoms as balloons once

(Excuse my headcanons)-🦑

NO BCOZ WE'LL RUB OUR BOOBIES TOGETHER.

Jokes on him, I'll still eat it duh🙄

I think he purposely comes easily so it's your turn to take over and he can act like a whore unapologetically.

My man had never heard the word rubber. He would definitely decorate them on your bday.

#🦑 anon #💌toodles #tw.breeding #tw.pegging #tw.spitting